Excess of ''maybes''A Poem by Ana B.Breathe in through the fog of war Blindly searching for peace, Eagerly stepping over heads at the first call, Climbing mountains of hoodwinked knees
To untangle from the noise of chaos And hurry up to the beautifully arranged cell. Could we ever see these crimes so heinous, At which we so effortlessly excel?
Maybe darkness is just another form of light Maybe vice versa. And maybe I’ll start over everything tonight, And convince myself, that I am a nice person.
Or maybe thinking is just another form of flying And that’s why I can’t ever seem to land smoothly. Ridiculously adept at lying We think we know the truth, convinced of it so resolutely.
Breathe out, one more sip.
© 2019 Ana B.Author's NoteReviews
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